the hallways are shallow
faces pass by-
another person i don't know

i habitually scan each person's expressions
to see if they're as blank as yours
nobody is quite like you

with your long hair
dark like tree bark
and your definite smokers cough
that you never held back from me

as you ran your fingers through my hair
constantly having a pack of marlborlo silvers
peeking out of your back pocket

it's not quite the same without you,
i hate to admit

but if you returned,
you'd just add another cigarette hole in my heart

remember those days?
our faces were blushed pink
and snowflakes stuck to our hair-
dark, compared to the pureness around us

our hands were carefully laced together
underneath the lunch table
while we casually joked with (your) friends
i'd squeeze your hand-

we had a secret that everyone knew

like a smokers cough
or a cold sore upon the lips of a promiscuous woman

oh, those days,
i would like them back
but you took them in your bag
when you left forever